Summary:Jean and Scott convene in the kitchen. They flirt and they talk about recent developments. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Halloween went smoothly at the mansion. In a lot of ways, it's a chance for the students to relax a little bit. People look less closely at strange features on Halloween than they do most times, which means the students get to let their hair down a bit. It means that most of the school is in good spirits this weekend, which always makes Jean feel more comfortable too. She's trained hard all week, but now that it's Sunday, she's giving herself a day off to rest. In sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, she could easily be mistaken for one of the students as she pads down the hall in her socks, headed for the kitchen.
Scott dressed up as Arnold Schwarzenegger in his Terminator costume. He even did the impression! Just to make some of the younger kids laugh. They had a great time, most of the kids went trick or treating, while a good number remained in the walls of the school to partake in activities the staff had prepared just in case this were to happen.
But now, a few days later, Scott was already in the kitchen. He wears dark jeans with professional-looking shoes, a longsleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his usual Ruby Quartz shades.
When his girlfriend walks on in, he turns to look at her. "Hey beautiful. Sleep well?"
"Great, actually," Jean answers with a warm smile, stepping behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist as she leans around him to see what he's cooking. Her hair is still damp from a shower, the scent of her shampoo wafting up from it. "Turns out all that training really takes it out of you. You're looking sharp," she observes, brushing a thumb down his forearm with another small smile as she loosens her grip to step to his side, keeping one arm around his waist. "Student activities today?"
Scott leans back against her when he feels Jean hug him from behind. He seems to just be making a balogne and cheese sandwich. Easy stuff, you know? He does lift his arm to let her step into his side, his head leaning forward to find her lips with his for a gentle kiss in a good morning greeting. "Yeah. Well, technically it already finished. Did some physical excercise. Running, obstacle course, the usual bit. So, since you've been training, what have you got going on today?"
"A blissful nothing," Jean grins, tipping her chin up for his kiss. "Today's my rest day. So I'm completely free. But I was thinking about getting some breakfast first." Eschewing his sandwich plans, she gives him a brief squeeze before stepping over to the fridge, pulling out eggs and ham and setting them on the counter.
"How're the kids doing with the exercise plans?" she asks, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet and setting it down next to her supplies. "Looking good?"
Scott looks over to Jean as she moves on over to pull out some eggs. "Well, how about I take you out for breakfast then? Its been a bit since I took you out on a date." Though they've had no problem on their more…nightly pursuits. Scott stops what he's doing and moves over to her, his arms wrapping around her waist with his chin on her shoulder.
"You've already got food going," Jean protests, tilting her head to lean it against his. "We can have a date here. I'm just making scrambled eggs," she adds, amused. "I promise, the manor's in no danger of being burned down by my cooking skills." Her nightmares, maybe, but she hasn't had one to shake the walls recently. At least not since they've been sharing a bed.
"Besides, if we go out then I've got to put on real pants or something, and I'm really feeling the sweatpants vibe right now," she teases, pulling the ham over and rummaging through a drawer for a knife.
Jean can feel Scott's fingers rubbing against her stomach ever so softly as she makes a counterpoint. "Hm.." Scott ponders. "Yeah, I suppose your right. I was just gonna plastic wrap the sandwhich and have it for lunch tomorrow, but since this is our dinner date now.." he shrugs.
Though when she tells him about her jeans, and feeling more like sweatpants, Scott grins mischievously and whispers in her ear before he releases her and goes back to his own lunch-making.
Jean laughs low at the whispered words, reaching for his hand to brush a kiss on his fingertips before she starts to dice up some of the ham. "I like just spending time with you," she points out. "Comfortable time, with regular you, not date you. Date you is stuffy," she teases, winking as she tosses the ham into the bowl.
"And we get the added benefit of embarrassing students," she points out with a playful waggle of her brows. "Gross to imagine their teachers and old people being affectionate of all things."
Fingertips kissed, Scott gives a grin to Jean as he sets out his plate. "Fair enough. And heh…the kids are actually pretty funny about it. Especially the really little ones. Its like it doesn't occur to them that us lame adults actually have feelings." He walks back over to her, looking over her shoulder to investigate and see if she's actually cooking properly.
…she's had her moments.
"If it helps you feel better about it, we can do one of those romcom kisses during passing period." he winks.
"Which kind of romcom kiss would that be?" Jean's cooking skills are…somewhat lacking. But not for lack of instruction. She can at least make scrambled eggs. Even if she prefers them browned and overcooked, rather than light and fluffy. So it all works out in the end. Eggs and ham go into a pan, restlessly stirred around with a spatula.
"Are we talking about about the dipkiss with the swelling music in the background? Or are we talking the lift and spin? Maybe the quick cheek-peck, just for the added impact of making it really casual." She laughs softly to herself, flashing a look in his direction.
Scott smirks at her as he wraps his arms around her proper, swaying with her if she allows. "Well, I figure we can do the full monte. I can dip you and give you a kiss, which I think I might be good at-" he references how many times they kiss.
"And then I can kiss you on the cheek as my form of 'see you later'. That work for you or do we need practice?" sly dog.
"Oh, I like that one," Jean grins, moving with him. "But I'm not opposed to more practice either. Just think how many cool points you'll earn," she teases. "Stuffy old Mister Summers, putting the romcom moves on his girlfriend in the hallway." She wraps one arm over his, an aura of general contentment emanating from her.
She hooks an arm over his and Scott teases her just a little bit. "I do like cool points with you, Jeanie." Then, he supports her lower back with his arm, lowering her in a beautiful dip that could probably use a bit more practice.
And if she allows, he'll kiss her passionately, lips parted and all.
Jean makes a soft, surprised sound that turns into laughter in the back of her throat, an arm looping around her neck to help support herself as she returns the kiss. Only once he's finished does she open her eyes again, warm and sparkling. "Just like that," she laughs, brushing her nose against his before pulling herself straight to take the eggs off the flame before they can get any more brown than she already likes them.
Scott will assist her in getting her back upright. "Oh good, I considered doing that with you on Halloween, buuut time got the better of me." He releases her to tend to her food so he doesn't let her overcook it. Because while hilarious…
She'd probably be upset with him about it.
"So, we have a plan. So…what do you really think about Hank's…defurring?"
Jean quirks a brow over her shoulder, dumping the eggs on a plate and starting toward the table. "I think if he's happy, then I'm happy for him," she replies, in the tone that suggests he ought to be too. "I mean, he wasn't always that way, remember," she points out. "He got himself into it. It's only fair that he get himself out of it. Why, what do you think?" she asks, settling in.
"Well….I'm not sure." Scott leans against the countertop. "I think the fur was part of what made Hank who he is. I mean, he's a staunch public supporter of mutantkind, and if he's seen as normal, it might be taken as a step in the opposition directio nby everyone else. I know Hank wanted to look human again, but…"
Scott sighs.
He's thinking of the big picture, while Hank wants to be happy. Its a tough distinction.
"But it's his choice," Jean says again, gently but firmly. "If we want to be treated like anyone else, then we have to treat ourselves that way too. That's like saying how can a woman be taken seriously as a feminist if she shaves her legs and her armpits." Okay, maybe not exactly, but Jean's working on making a point here.
Scott looks at Jean. "I know its his choice." Scott sighs. "I just wonder if it was the right one. Besides, his transformation might not be permanent. What if the side-effects of his serum cause his mutation to go out of control?" When she mentions the feminist thing, he tilts his head. "…thats not exactly the same thing." but ap oint was made!
"Hey, you're the one who wants to make choices for people about their body hair," Jean points out as she takes a bite of her eggs, smirking slightly. Sometimes it's just too much fun to tease Scott not to take the chance when it comes up. She takes another bite, shaking her head. "If he reacts, that's also on him, Scott. Hank deserves to make his choices and live his life."
Scott shakes his head just a bit more. "I just worry about the consequences of his actions. It'd be like if I wanted to be happy and took off my sunglasses. The results won't be good, even if it makes me happy." He shakes his head. "I just hope its worth it."
"More like removing my blocks," Jean counters as she takes another bite. "Something that wasn't there and wasn't natural to begin with. Something that was put there. Something that could cause trouble, or could make things better. But we'll never know until we try, will we?" She reaches for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. They may disagree on this, but that doesn't mean she holds it against him.
They've known each other for so long that arguments like these don't put any kind of fractures into their relationship…especially not since they got serious. But he takes a bite out of his sandwich finally, looking Jean in the eyes. "Anyway, lets move on." He tells her, knowing that they both won't budge from their positions.
Jean's smile quirks when he says that. She knows better than to think anyone can make him move if he doesn't want to. But she appreciates that he tries. "Right," she says, going back to her food. "Well, I started adding some yoga and meditation to my training," she says, obligingly changing the subject. "Helps settle my mind a little bit more."